Forbidden Desires I & II

Chapter 5 – The Choice

Three days of careful distance, polite conversations at the dinner table, and the constant awareness that Julian was only one floor away. We barely looked at each other when the parents were around. When they

weren’t, the silence between us felt heavier than any argument.

Today Mom and Mark were going out for a late meeting with the wedding planner.

The house fell quiet the moment the front door closed.

“Hey baby, we would be back home late don't wait for us go to bed early” mum said as she carried her bag giving Julian and I a soft kiss on the cheek

“Bye Mom” I mummered as I watch them walk out of the house

I quickly went upstairs and stayed in my room for almost an hour, telling myself I should just go to sleep. Instead I found myself standing outside Julian’s door. I didn’t knock. I just stood there until the door opened.

“f**k-” I bit my lips my eyes on the floor unable to look into his eyes

Julian looked at me for a second, then stepped aside. I walked in. He closed the door quietly behind me.

Neither of us spoke at first. The only light came from the small lamp on his desk. His room still smelled new — clean sheets, cardboard from unpacked boxes, and something that was simply him.

“I can’t keep doing this,” I said finally. My voice sounded thinner than I wanted even though I knew everything was a lie.

Julian leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “Doing what?” here he goes again

“Acting like nothing is happening. Sitting across from you every night. Pretending I don’t…” I stopped, then forced the words out. “Pretending I still don't want you.”

He didn’t move. “You decided to end the dare two days ago.”he replied his eyes fixed on me emotionless

“I know.” I replied fiddling with my finger

“So why are you here, Sam?” he asked his arms crossed now

I sat down on the edge of his bed. My hands were restless in my lap. “Because it doesn’t feel like a dare anymore. It hasn’t for a while. And that scares me.” I confessed I tried keeping this to myself but I can't

help but say it out

Julian pushed off the wall and came closer. He leaned in and kissed me. The kiss started slow, almost careful, then

deepened as I opened for him. His hand slid into my hair, tilting my head so he could taste me more thoroughly. I kissed him back with everything I had been holding in for days.

He lowered his mouth to my neck, kissing a slow path down to my collarbone, then lower. When he took one n****e between his lips and sucked, my back arched off the bed. His hand slid between my legs, two fingers stroking through my wetness before pushing inside. I moaned softly, hips rolling against his

hand.

“Already this wet,” he murmured against my skin. “Were you thinking about this upstairs?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

He worked his fingers in and out of me, curling them just right, while his mouth moved to my other breast. The dual sensation made my thighs tremble. When he finally kissed lower, dragging his lips down my stomach, I opened my legs for him without hesitation.

The first long lick over my c**t pulled a broken sound from my throat. Julian didn’t tease. He ate me with focused hunger, tongue flat and steady, two fingers still moving inside me. I tangled my hands in his dark hair and held on as the pleasure built fast and sharp. When I came, it was with my thighs shaking around his head and his name falling from my lips in a quiet, desperate chant.

He stayed between my legs until the last tremor passed, then kissed his way back up my body. I felt the thick head of his c**k press against me. Our eyes locked as he pushed in, slow and deep, until he was buried to the hilt.

We both groaned.

Julian stayed still for a moment, letting me feel every inch of him. Then he began to move. Deep, steady strokes that made the bed creak softly beneath us. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer, needing more. He gave it to me harder, deeper, his forehead pressed to mine as he f****d me with

controlled intensity.

He shifted the angle of his hips and hit a spot that made my vision blur. I cried out, nails digging into his back. Julian groaned and picked up the pace, the wet sound of our bodies filling the quiet room. One of his hands slid between us to rub tight circles on my c**t. The dual pleasure was too much.

I came hard, walls clamping down around him, a broken moan muffled against his shoulder. Julian f****d me through it, never slowing, until I was oversensitive and trembling. Only then did his rhythm falter. He buried himself deep and came with a low, rough sound, pulsing inside me as he filled me.

I couldn’t get enough of him, even after two rounds, my body still hummed with need. Julian lay on his back, one arm behind his head, watching me with that half-lidded, hungry look that always made my stomach flip. His c**k rested heavy against his stomach, still half-hard and glistening from our last round.

I crawled between his legs without a word.

He exhaled sharply when I wrapped my fingers around the base. He was thick and warm, already starting to harden again in my grip. I looked up at him through my lashes as I leaned down and dragged my tongue slowly from base to tip.

“f**k, Sam,” he groaned I smiled, then took him into my mouth.

I started slowly, swirling my tongue around the head, tasting the mix of us. Julian’s hand slid into my auburn hair, not pushing, just holding. I took him deeper, relaxing my throat until my nose brushed against his pelvis. The low, broken sound he made sent heat straight between my legs.

I bobbed my head, sucking him with wet, filthy sounds. Every time I pulled back I let my tongue drag along the underside, paying special attention to the sensitive spot just beneath the head. His hips twitched. His fingers tightened in my hair.

“You’re going to kill me,” he rasped.

I hummed around him and took him even deeper, throat working. Saliva dripped down his shaft onto his

balls. I used my hand to stroke what I couldn’t fit, twisting on the upstroke. Julian’s breathing grew ragged. His abs tensed under my other hand.

After a few minutes he gently pulled me off, breathing hard. “Come here,” he said, voice rough. “Ride me.”

I didn’t hesitate.

I straddled his hips, knees on either side of him. His c**k stood straight up, slick from my mouth. I wrapped my hand around him and guided the thick head to my entrance, rubbing it through my folds before sinking down.

We both moaned as I took him in one slow, smooth motion.

He stretched me perfectly, filling me so deep I had to pause for a second to adjust. Julian’s hands gripped my hips, fingers digging in. His eyes were locked on where we were joined.

“God, you look so good like this,” he murmured.

I started moving.

Slow rolls of my hips at first, grinding down so my c**t rubbed against him with every motion. The pleasure was thick and heavy. Julian’s hands slid up to my breasts, thumbs brushing my n*****s as I rode him. I picked up the pace, rising higher and slamming back down harder.

The bed creaked rhythmically beneath us. Skin slapped against skin. I braced my hands on his chest and let go, f*****g him with everything I had. My hair fell around us like a curtain. Julian met every

downward thrust with an upward snap of his hips, driving himself even deeper.

“f**k, just like that,” he groaned. “You're so sweet.”

I leaned forward, changing the angle so he hit that perfect spot inside me with every stroke. The new position made my c**t grind against him even harder. Pleasure coiled tight and fast in my belly.

Julian sat up suddenly, one arm wrapping around my back to hold me close. The new position pressed my breasts against his chest. He kissed me messily as I kept riding him, tongues sliding, breaths mingling.

“You feel that?” he growled. “That’s what you’ve been begging for. My c**k stretching this tight little pussy.”

I could only moan. Every thrust punched the air from my lungs. Julian reached around, finding my c**t, rubbing tight circles as he pounded into me.

“Come,” he ordered. “Come on my cock.”

I shattered. The orgasm ripped through me so violently my legs gave out. Julian held me up, f*****g me through it, chasing his own release.

He came with a groan, burying himself to the hilt and flooding me with heat. I felt every pulse, every spurt, until it leaked down my thighs.

We collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard.

Julian pulled me against his chest, still inside me. His lips brushed my ear.

“This isn’t over,” he whispered. “Not even close.”

I smiled.